Petre and I get along fine. Whatever you got going on is all your fault and whatever you told him.

[ he smirks when john pulls away - but keeps pointing at him, threatening to do it again ]

I don't appreciate being used as a teasing prop, John. I don't even know you that well. You told him you liked me better, didn't you? You told a guy to his face you liked a guy with the same face better and expected not to have him get upset by it. You don't answer those questions, you dumbass. That's like dating a girl and then telling her you'd rather fuck her sister. And now you're blaming me for your problem. Gee, Harry. Stop existing. It's all your fault.

[ he's trying to poke him again - quickly. three times in a row. ]

You did this yourself.